Nov 8, 2022 | Encountering Signs of Faith
When I was a little girl, I had this keen awareness of how blessed I was to be Catholic. I don’t remember learning that my Catholicism was a gift, but deep down, I knew it was. What’s amazing about this is that growing up, I didn’t have a very strong Catholic... 
Nov 7, 2022 | Encountering Signs of Faith
Most of us will hear a “word” from God only a few times in our lives. For me, one of those most pivotal times was the moment I discovered my 43-year-old husband, Ray, unconscious and unbreathing on our family room floor. God will provide. God will be glorified.... 
Nov 6, 2022 | Encountering Signs of Faith
I’m not sure when it came into my possession to keep and to one day pass along as a legacy of hope. But for as far as my distant memory will reach back, a small gold reliquary the size of a small locket sat perched high atop the tallest shelf in my parents’... 
Nov 5, 2022 | Encountering Signs of Faith
I love observing kids with their grandparents, probably because I have little to no experience with those relationships. My grandparents—all four of them—were deceased before my parents even married. My own children had little time with their grandparents. My oldest... 
Nov 4, 2022 | Encountering Signs of Faith
I find myself caught up in some very worldly things these days. My husband and I are reviewing our retirement plans, my aging mother will soon require a new level of attention, and some accounts from estates need to be set in order. It’s a matter of memento mori,...
